Hmph. Perhaps I should make headin's for this. Day Two, Day Three, and such.
Oh wait. I don't give a horse's backside. Not like anyones goin' to read it, eh? I aught to just chuck this into the fire, watch it burn. It would give me a little joy on this cold mornin'. Right now. Throw it in. Now. Go.
...But why can't I stop writin'?!
Ugh. Fine. Yesterday, I was pissed. Not in a drunken way, in an angry kind of way. Everyone and everythin' was pissin' me off. 'Ad another chat with Ilaru in the mornin'. She keeps on sayin' I "like" that bloody Elf. Well, I 'aven't spoken to 'im in ages. I wonder what's up...
Apparently, lots of the Men-Folk around the Pony are attracted to her. Let's just say, I was a little surprised. I always thought she was fairly ugly, fer a Woman anywho. What with all them scars. Guess I'm not that good a judge. I prefer my females big and burly, not stick-thin, thank ye' very much...
'Ad a run in with two Men. Trouble-Makers. Now, I've met dozens of trouble-makers in my time, in fact I was once one at one point, and most of 'em I just ignore, but these two... Argh! These two really got under me' skin. I've yet to learn their names, but there was one man and his lackey. Well, we 'ad a bit of a face-off. They called me a lassie, which is ridiculous. Ye' can always trust a Man to say somethin' stupid. I should 'ave socked 'im one. Why didn't I?....
There was another Man there, he backed me up. Told 'em to shove off. Sure, they ignored 'im, but it made me curious. I'd only met 'im two nights ago, when 'e was wounded, and I asked 'im if he was alright. Men are strange. Ye' inquire as to why they are all pale and bloody, and then they suddenly think their yer' best pal.
Anywho, along came... Bandage, I'm goin' to name 'im. 'E told 'em to back off. They ignored 'im. And then what 'appened? Well, an Elf only came along and told the men I was a good Dwarf, and to back off! Now, I don't even remember utterin' a single word to this Elf! What's goin' on with the world?! Anyway, the lackey ran off, and of course so did his master. Cowards.
I've been practisin' me' lute a lot lately. I need to learn that song. He'd want me to.
I met lots of friends of Ilaru yesterday night. I thought up nicknames fer all of them, too. I even thought up one fer her! I only mentioned it once. She didn't seem too chuffed with it. Excellent....
Well, I've decided to name her Misery Guts. Because she 'ardly ever smiles.
Vaenthal, of course, is Strawberry. Because he always wears a stupid red robe.
Remis (one of the new 'friends' I made yesterday), I've decided to name 'im Lumpy. Because I threw a pebble at 'is 'ead. Ye' 'ad to be there.
Seaver, I've named Eyepatch. Fer obvious reasons.
And Baradar.... Hmmm.... I've yet to think of one fer him. I'll 'ave to get onto that.
We all 'ad a nice long chat. The end. I need an ale...
'aven't 'ad a chat with Vaenthal in ages... I'll make sure I do, soon. There we go. Two tasks for me today. 'Ave a chat with a cretin, and think of a nickname fer a cretin. Lovely.
